As anyone with kids knows, parenting can be the most wonderful thing one minute and the absolute worst the next.
The phases come and go, but right now, the absolute worst part of parenting for me is breaking up the fights between my two boys.
I hear myself saying things like, "Do NOT throw that shoe!", "If I hear that one more time it's straight to bed!" or my personal favourite, "Do not even look at your brother!" and I wonder - who even am I?
These fights or disagreements occur daily over 'who touched who' or 'who is better at ping-pong' and they are very loud, and sometimes physical.
Their ability to fight over almost anything is quite the skill, but it is also very boring to manage.
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I grew up as one of two girls and our sisterly relationship has always been good. We liked each other's company, and while we had our moments of competition and jealousy, we never resorted to shouting matches or punch ups. I have only recently realised just how lucky my parents were to have two perfect angels. *insert eye roll from my mum here*
On the other hand, my husband was one of five kids and he often scoffs when I tell him about our peaceful family home in the 1980s. He has stories that involve multiple backyard/back-seat-of-the-car fights and one infamous tale that involves a younger brother lobbing his tennis racquet at another brother with pure rage.
My boys are age 11 and five and they are beautiful humans who I love and adore. They even seem to love each other and it melts my heart when one says something kind to the other.
The acts of kindness happen occasionally, but the fighting, brawling and ongoing disagreements about absolutely nothing happen often.
In fact, it is happening right outside my window now (sorry neighbours) over a backyard cricket score-keeping dispute. I am breathing deeply until it is time to intervene.